|| Rudransh Singh Rathore||
27. CEO of Rathore Enterprises. The name that echoes fear in boardrooms and underworlds alike. The most powerful mafia alive-lethal, ruthless, and dangerously composed. With anger that burns beneath his cold stare and a p...
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After the party ended, we all returned home, exhaustion settling over all of us like a heavy blanket.
As Rudransh parked the car in the driveway, I let out a small sigh, shifting uncomfortably. The weight of my saree and dupatta, which I had managed gracefully throughout the evening, now felt unbearable.
Just as I struggled to adjust it, Rudransh stepped forward, offering his hand with a firm expression.
"Here, let me help you." he said softly yet firmly
Gratefully, I placed my hand in his, and he carefully helped me out of the car, making sure I didn't trip.
His grip was firm yet gentle, a silent reassurance that he was there for me.
As we stepped inside the warmly lit living room, Aditya stretched his arms with a tired sigh.
The slight hesitation in his steps was proof that he had indulged in a few drinks at the party, though he was still sober.
"Good night, everyone." he muttered before making his way upstairs.
Dad and Daddu exchanged knowing smiles before bidding us good night and heading to their rooms.
Now, only four of us remained in the living room-Rudransh, Aesha, Maa, and me.
I was about to do the same when Maa's voice stopped me.
"Aanya beta, can I talk to you for a moment?" she asked, her tone warm and affectionate.
I turned to her with a soft smile. "Of course, Maa. You don't need to ask for permission."
Maa's eyes gleamed with affection as she nodded.
Then, she turned to Rudransh. "Rudra beta, you go and freshen up. I want to talk with my daughter for a bit."
Rudransh glanced at me briefly before nodding. "Alright, Maa." he said gently.
Before leaving, he leaned in and whispered near my ear, "Take your time. I'll be waiting."
His voice gave shivers down to my spine.
"What's wrong with him?"
A small blush crept onto my cheeks as he walked upstairs. Now, it was just the three of us-Maa, Aesha, and me.
Before Maa could start talking, Aesha grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the couch.
"Wait, before anything else, you need help getting out of that battlefield of pins in your saree and dupatta. You must be dying to breathe properly!" She said before laughing
I chuckled as I sat down. "You have no idea! I think there are at least twenty pins holding this together."
Aesha grinned. "Well, good thing you have me. I've been trained in this since childhood and now a fashion designer student." She said and giggled
